Kevin looked around the room. He hadn't really been in any of the non-staff rooms before now, and was suitably impressed by the decor. "Bloody hell," he murmured, staring at the faux marble on the walls. "I might just have to break into one of the unused passenger rooms myself. Damn sight better than what I've got." It felt a bit weird, wandering around a dead person's room, but he figured poor Graham wouldn't mind. Heading over to the bar, he found a small bottle of scotch and popped it open, as well as a few cigars he pocketed for future use. "Anyone?" he said, offering some to Sean and Leto. He knew Sean wouldn't partake, although if anything could convince him to jump off the wagon this would be it, but he wasn't sure about Leto. "So who are we waiting on, then?"